Manila Afternoon

I am by no means anything near a poet, but I wrote this in class the other day and it captures (for me) the essence of life here in Manila

Groups of men covered in paint
a city alive
flying by
oblivious children living on the concrete
traffic cops talking; bringing a semblance of order to the streets
BALLOONS, BALLOONS, Mam balloons?
CORN, Mam, CORN

Faces smile to the rhythm of the city
quiet forgotten
trees forgotten
struggling activists
elites superiority
two word combination's
an attempt to spice the mix that strives to capture the flavor of
a late afternoon Manila moment